Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Belgium and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Q65 to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Reuben Wilson,
Procol Harum,
World's Most,
Monolake,
Los Fastidios,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Standells,
Can,
the Sonics,
Jandek,
Freddie Wadling,
Eli Mardock,
Man Eating Sloth,
Intrusion,
New Order,
The Dave Clark Five,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marc Almond,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Durutti Column,
Stiv Bators,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cymande,
Theoretical Girls,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Techniques,
Loose Ends,
X-101,
New York Dolls,
The New Christs,
The Beau Brummels,
Swans,
Deakin,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lee Hazlewood,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Funky Four + One,
Minny Pops,
Wally Richardson,
Soul II Soul,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Bar-Kays,
Pagans,
Grandmaster Flash,
Maurizio,
kango's stein massive,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Black Bananas,
Essential Logic,
Lindisfarne,
Kool Moe Dee,
Agitation Free,
Marshall Jefferson,
Massinfluence,
T.S.O.L.,
The Red Krayola,
Drexciya,
Tubeway Army,
Lou Christie,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Fire Engines,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.